jeudi 11 décembre 2008 23:59
time : some time in the morning on wednesday
suspects : cassandra, khalisah, everyone's favourite alfred
venue : ngee ann plaza, right at the bus stop waiting for some bus i can't seem to recall for some unknown reason
topic : something random that khalisah turned around to tell me out of the blue
"the baby at her house is forrrrrrrrrrrever speaking to me in chinese"
"cause thats the only language he knows what!"
"but what do i look like, chinese??? he should know at least a bit of english!"
"learrrrrrrrrrrrrningggggg! he can say the names of shapes and numbers now!!!"
"and so he talks to me like, triangle square square diamond??!?! like what kind of a conversation is that??"
and so everything ends with a series of laughter taking up what, fifteen mintues?
and then my stomach cramped so much that evening that it told me how we shouldnt have continued talking about crazy stuff during the bus ride. and it all happened because i am now very much addicted to the one thing that the pigeons did in the movie BOLT, where they twisted and turned their little bobbing heads and went
"its gonna be huge man, huge."
and im just doing it every now and then, when i feel like it. cause its gonna be huge man, huge.
oh i jsut love my friends in school, its like they make me inhuman every single minute.
i have a paper tomorrow, but i raised the white flag some days ago. and as i was telling sharon, seeing that the paper would be in the convention centre, technically, i would have to bring a pillow along to waste some time. and well, in this case, you would be wondering why is there the need of a pillow?
and so first of all, to let you know, the convention centre has AWESOME air-conditioning, so i would need something snuggly for me to hold while sleeping. and second of all, i would be sleeping because, well, you cant jsut expect me to sit there and stare in shock at the paper right?
"well then i would be looking at you for entertainment"
"no you cant, cause they would probably catch us for cheating"
"cheating? how does that come in?"
"well, we would be caught for passing messages through the high frequency tones in our laughters"
oh i love my diabolical laughter, very much in deeeeed.Libellés : babies, BOLT, exams, pigeons, poly friends, randomization, shapes